Note: This story contains m/m slash, sex, and mild language. Do not read if it offends you.

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Campus
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Part I: Nick

"Hey, Howie!" Nick shouted to me as I prepared to leave. I stopped and turned back to see him running towards me amidst the crowd of departing students. Nick was one of the many clowns in our year and seems to have been labeled the cutest junior guy in the school. He looked pretty much the same as he did in the morning, as well as any other day of the year: spiked black hair, light-brown sunglasses that made him look like Cyclops from the X-Men, a tight sleeveless shirt (usually black) that showed his arms and pressed tightly onto his chest.

He wasn't muscular, as other guys in our grade are, but he wasn't skinny, either. He was like me: just about average. We've been training, though not as much as the other guys, but we still have muscle, not too little that it seems we have none at all, and not too much so that it's very visible and obvious, but you can see a slight shape, since we don't have much fat on us.

"Howie!" He exclaimed as he reached me. He grabbed my shoulder and began shaking me back and forth on the spot; a habit of his when he's bored or nervous. "Hey, where's your house?" He asked me.

"Pretty far from the school," I said while still shaking back and forth, back and forth. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," he said, there was a small stutter in his voice, or so I thought, but his shaking became larger, I had to resist some of his pushes to prevent myself from hitting the pole behind me, "'Cause tomorrow's Friday, and we haven't really, ya know, hung out at each other's, so I was thinking if I could go over tomorrow or on the weekends?"

"I wish you could," I replied, "But I live hella far from school though."

"Oh..." There was a hidden tone of disappointment, and the shaking stopped. I felt kinda sorry, too; we've known each other for quite a while but we've never been to each other's houses. "Hey!" He exclaimed suddenly. The shaking resumed. "Then how about you come to mine?"

"Go over?" I repeated.

"Yeah," he said, "I live pretty close to the school... ten minutes walking distance! How about it?"

"Sure," I said. A bus slowly pulled to the sidewalk and opened the doors. "Well, catch ya tomorrow!" I said and boarded the bus with a group of other students. I got myself a seat near a window and saw him waving good-bye at me with a big grin. I waved and smiled back at him.

I went online later that day and he was overly-excited... though he has always been hyper and crazy, somehow it feels that craziness has tripled today. I don't blame him. I'm pretty excited myself; as I've never been to any one of my friends house ever since I moved and transferred to this private school.

The classes felt like forever during the next day. I found myself constantly looking at the clock over the teachers' heads, hoping that I knew magic and could make the hands move faster......

I felt someone shaking me, I looked up, it was one of my classmates, "Hey, get up, school's over now. Ya can go home and sleep now?"

"Huh?" I said and looked around. The room was empty and students were outside chatting, happy to be released. It seems like I have somehow fallen asleep. I looked at the clock: I was three minutes late from the time that I promised to meet Nick in the lobby. I dashed to the lobby only to find that he wasn't there. I looked around; did he left already?

Then I heard busy footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Nick running towards me, "Sorry," he panted as he reached me, "I fell asleep in class."

I had to muffle a snicker.

His dressing wasn't much different from yesterday: complete set of black outfit, from the hair, to the sunglasses, to the sleeveless shirt (though this time it had a hood in the back and a zipper in front), to the pants that was sagged down to where his legs began to part, to the shiny shoes... which were dirty from mud yesterday.

"Alright!" He exclaimed. "Let's get goin'!"

He led me out of the lobby and into the bright daylight.

It was quiet trip; we walked next to each other silently, not talking to each other. He looked this way and that way as if he's never been out before and I was feeling a bit awkward just following him. Just when I was starting to get annoyed to the silence, we got there. "Here we are!" He declared and unlocked the door with his keys and bid me to follow him.

It was a pretty large house, bigger than mine, anyway. It had two stories and the living room was very wide and roomy. There were plenty of windows in the house, and the white walls make it feel even brighter. There was a piano--something unexpected to me, as I never knew that he played piano.

"So where's your bros and sis?" I asked. A large house like this must inhabit at least four or five people.

"I'm an only child," he said as we walked up the stairs. Damn, how many more things do I not know about him?

The second floor consisted of a large hall leading to four rooms and a bathroom. On one end there's what seems to be the master bed room, and on the other end was the three other rooms. Though positioned at the same end, it seemed to me that they each took up a third of the front half of the house, or maybe even more. He made a turn half-way and entered the bathroom.

"Just go to my room first," he said from inside.

"Which one's your room?" I asked.

"The largest one of the three," he said.

All three doors were closed, so I had to open them and check one by one. The first one was a study room, for his parents, I guess, as the bookshelves were dominated by deep books too hard for us. However, the room was slight smaller than I had imagined. The second room was pretty empty, except for a bed and a lamp, I guess it was the guest room, but it was also smaller than what I had imagined. The third room must be his. I opened the door and I was shocked: it was so much bigger than the other two! He had a TV set in the room with two game consoles, and computer desk on the far end of the room and a rather large bookshelf next to it (inhabited mostly by comics and magazines), and then, against one of the walls, was a bed that seemed as if it belonged in the master bedroom instead. There were closets next to his bed, and on the wall next to the closets, I noticed a glass door. I went in, the carpet was soft and comfortable underneath me, I went to the door and slid it into the wall (as it was a sliding door) and my jaws dropped. It had a set of showers and baths and everything of the related stuff.

Damn! I wished my room was like this.

Despite the rather big objects and another bathroom within, the room had plenty, and I mean plenty of extra space. It looked as if it was a second living room. If this was his room, I wonder how big his parents' room is.

"You can put down your bag, ya know," a voice came behind me. He came through the doors and walked to his desk and turned on the lamps. Only then did I notice that, unlike the rest of the house, he had kept all his curtains shut, making the room considerably darker. "Close the door, will ya? I don't really like to keep my doors and windows and stuff open; I prefer black."

As if that wasn't obvious.

I walked to the doors and shut it.

There was a moment of silence before he dropped before the TV and held up a controller, "GameCube?" He said.

I shrugged. "Sure."

~*~

We played games for pretty much the entire afternoon, switching back and forth between his GameCube and his PS2, and when we decided that we had enough of those games, we shifted our attention to the computer and spent a great deal of time on it. It wasn't until when my mom called me did I realize that it was already 6:30, and she asked when I plan on going back.

"Er," I said to Nick, "My mom wants to know how long I can keep staying?"

"As long as you want," he said, not taking his eyes off the monitor and did a beautiful head-shot at one of the enemy players. "You can even sleep-over if you want to."

"Really?" I asked, "Could I really?"

"Sure," he said, "It's not like my folks' gonna care."

"Alright, I'll ask."

After a bit of debate and pleading, my mom sighed a hopeless sigh and agreed.

"My mom agreed," I said.

"That's cool," he said and made another head-shot. He seemed to become a whole different person when playing CS.

"So, where are your folks?" I asked.

"Probably won't be back tonight," he said. "DAMN!!" He shouted suddenly; it seems as if a sniper has attacked him from behind. "Oh, this is bullshit!" He said and exited the game.

"They're hella busy people, they come back about once every two weeks, twice if they can manage it." He said.

"Then what about you?" I asked. "Like with dinner and laudry and stuff?"

"Do them myself. They think I'm old enough to take care of myself, that's why they bought me the car."

"Then what about money?"

"They give me enough every time they manage to come home."

"Wow..." I said.

"Anyway, it's about time for dinner. What do you want? Spaghetti or curry?"

"Uh, McDonald's is enough," I said.

"Sorry," he said, "Don't feel like driving today, and the only thing that I can't cook is McDonald's.... and other fast food restaurants."

"C-Cook?"

"Yup, follow me!" He said and led me downstairs.

Almost an hour later, plates of steaming spaghetti were placed on the dining table, the red sauce seeping through the strands of noodles made it look extra delicious. My mouth hung open in awe; he can actually cook a decent meal! All I could ever manage was take something out of the freezer and heat it up, but never made a dish from scrap.

"Go on and eat! You shall be the first to taste Master Chef Nick's awesome cooking!"

"First?" I said, pausing before delivering the fork to my mouth.

"Well, yeah. I mean, other people have tried my spaghetti before, but I've added some stuff today. Tried a little onion in it and some other stuff."

"Well, guess what?" I said, "I'm too hungry ta care." And I engulfed the fork full of noodles. Instantly, a wondrous taste stunned my senses.

"Dude!" I shouted, "You cook hella good!" Which was true, well, at least, better than my mom's cooking.

"Muahaha, bow to da ultimate chef!" He said, and we both laughed.

"Let's see what's on TV right now," he said and grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. "Blah, there's nothing good on right now.... Wanna watch Friends? I've got the DVD."

"Sure," I said.

"Alright, I'll go get it."

He went upstairs and I took the remote and began surfing through the channels, not forgetting to eat every now and then.

But...

I felt dizzy... somewhat tired. Too much video games today, I thought.

I heard he shut the door to his room, and footsteps coming down the stairs, and a somewhat distant, "Aite, let's start from da first season, aite?"

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My first reaction was heat... it was warm, it seems like I've been sweating a bit.

My second reaction was weight... there was something on top of me, but I still couldn't open my eyes to see.

Third was softness... a soft patch of flesh would touch me here and there on the face and the neck.

And there was grasps, something was holding on to my chest, forceful but also gentle.

There were soft breathes, and a light scent of cologne, and also hair gel. I opened my eyes a bit, my vision was blurry, but I could make out the numbers on the luminescent clock next to me: 11:50 shone brightly in the dark room. Has it really been that long since dinner?

Something was pressed suddenly against my lips... soft and warm, and also wet. A slippery something had managed to find its way into a small gap between my lips and intruded my mouth. The warmness shifted to my cheeks then down to my neck.

"...Nick?" I merely whispered and was replied by a soft, satisfying moan. It took me a while to realize what was going on, all I knew that I was enjoying it....

Suddenly my eyes snapped opened and bolted up straight in the bed. Nick slid off my torso and sat up on his heels, looking annoyed that I had disturbed him.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well," he said and pushed me back down, "You fell asleep... and I..." he moved closer to me, "I want you." He said in an whisper as he kissed me passionately. His arms reached up my shirt and grabbed my chest, his fingers running over my hardened nipples.

I reached my arms around him and held him tightly to me, feeling his hardened length press against my arousal. He began to lift my shirt up, breaking the kiss briefly as he pulled it over my head. I slid his tongue into his mouth and we entwined. He withdrew after a while, staring down at my bare chest. "I want more."

He dived down and bit one of my nipples, then licking it, then kissing, and back to biting again, while his other hand toyed with my legs, caressing from the outside to the inside, and began feeling my member through the rough material of my jeans. As he did this, my hands reached for his black zipper, moving it down and slowly revealing bits and bits of his pecs and abs. When it was unzipped, I slid it off his shoulders and pushed him around. I was on top now.

I kissed his forehead, and protruded my lips and began licking downwards, to the tip of his nose, to his neck and the bump of his throat, down to his chest and lingered as I wiped my spit all over his muscular chest, not forgetting to stray to the side to his armpits where his hairs tickled me. Resuming back on track, I traveled down to his stomach, tracing the visible line that showed his ab muscles, down to his bellybutton where a thin strip of hair leads down to my goal. My tongue slid down the strip of hair and, too excite and eager to wait, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans and pulled it away.

"Howie..." he begged.

I threw off his black boxers and was stunned a little by his size; it's about a half inch larger than mine, the black hair growing wildly around it. Nevertheless, I grabbed the length and touched the tip, tasting the sweet taste of pre-cum. Before I knew it, I took the entire length in my mouth. My nose was buried in the patch of wild pubes and I could feel him touching the roof of my mouth, his cock jerking every now and then. I felt him pull on me, and slowly, in midst of all the panting and moaning, my body shifted its position by 180 degrees. I felt his hands fumbling with my jeans before taking it off and finally stripping off my boxers. I came to my full erection as I felt him engulfing my own manhood, both of us sucking as hard as we could and stroking the hardness with our tongues.

"Mmm..." He moaned. I replied with a moan of my own.

Then it came. His seeds shot into my mouth, filling it with warm and sticky cum, as soon as I felt that, I released mine into his mouth. We both withdrew, with mouthful of sperm, not knowing what to do. He did though. He cupped my cheek and kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue, allowing the liquid to mix in our mouth, as we kissed, we swallowed. Slowly, so we could remember the taste of every single drop. When it was done, I slumped back on the the bed.

He lowered himself and licked the side of the mouth where a drip of cum has came out.

"I want more," he whispered seductively and told me to stand up, and we left the bed. He turned me around so my back was facing him. My cock was already beginning to droop, but he made sure that it was revived. Without warning, he grabbed my butt and pulled it apart, revealing entrance. "Ready?" He asked, and not waiting for my reply, he thrusted into me, bringing my dying member back to life. It hurt... but it was worth it... because I'm with him. His arms reached forward and grabbed my cock, still wet and slippery, and began stroking it--back and forth, back and forth, just like his own member, back and forth inside of me, back and forth... rocking with the same rhythm. My head shifted so I could kiss his shoulders.

"Oh, Nick... oh Nick!!" I shouted, so loud that I bet the neighbors could've heard us.

His hands moved faster, so did his hips. Faster and faster and faster and faster until it came--the second time in less than a half hour. Some of mine spilled onto his hands, and the rest onto the nice, soft carpet. He withdrew himself from me and licked the cum off two of his fingers and offered the rest to me.

We went back to bed without bother to get cleaned up, his arms around me. "I'm sorry I put stuff in your meals," he whispered.

"It's okay... next time you want something, just tell me."

"Okay," he whispered and kissed my head. "You want more?"

"Nah... that's enough for the night," I said, snuggling into his sides, once again taking in the scent of his armpits... After all... we've got a whole weekend before us. =)

Date of event: December 12, 2003.

So yeah... I stayed in his house that weekend, and the week after that we only had two school days--for our semester exams, so I stayed at his house entire of that week as well until the 23rd of December when his parents came back.

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